Saturday, 29 May 2010
heroes. maybe there is just love, art, music, poetry and writing. i could just post poems after poems after poems. maybe this will be a poetry blog from now on. if i could post entire short stories, i tell you i would. here is a Carol Ann Duffy poem, and a snippet of a Keri Hulme poem/short story. i would like to paint like Keri Hulme writes.
Carol Ann Duffy
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head.
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.
Falling in love
is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
into my life, larger than life, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me
as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like gift, like a touchable dream.
Tara (the other wing)
all the lonely seas of people
who don't know living till they die)
Here in the afternoon sun, the lesser shafts
stealing through a barier of window/outside
thistlehead demons with bright devil faces
blowing on the silent wind/and inside
still, the stridulation of cicadas gossiping
clicking scandal from powerpole to tree
to holy hilltop rings in my head
I clasp a peach in my hands/while he talks
-It's been bitter he says... the musk of the peach
sweet on my hands...bitter for who?
and deep inside, the cyanide pit.
-You disturb me he says...the peach juice drips
he grips a finger pointed to groin
until blood swells it stiff - I have this this
I smile at the cream of the joke
my own addition